I'm laying on the couch reading, and Dylan's watching Madagascar 2. Dylan shouts, "I've got a loose tooth!" After crawling back into my skin from being startled (maybe I was dozing a bit too), I said, "you do?", not fully believing him. But sure enough, he does. Its his bottom middle right incisor. I asked if he wanted me to pull it out and he said "no." Funny, I remember not wanting anybody to get near any of my loose teeth because of the fear of them pulling it out. I guess Dylan doesn't have that fear yet because he let me touch it. So I have one child getting teeth and another losing teeth. Its funny, Dylan's loose tooth is the same tooth that Malaia had just got in. She's actually, I think, might have her left bottom incisor in, barely, but she won't let me look too closely.
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